The Outskirts of Town

On the outskirts of town, was our family store, old gas pumps, and planks on the floor. Many would shop with us each week, usually on credit, and collecting was up to me. Hoop Chesse we would slice, and sell it by the pound, and the bologna we sold, was the best in town. My dad, and grand-dad stayed busy all day, charging, and pumping never getting much pay.. Still it was the greatest life a girl could have, working all day with my two favorite dads. Thanks Ron for bringing back these sweet memories.